Coinage.

I came upon two coinages in recent times ,that I found amusing.

They are---'Secular fundamentalists' and 'Moombhathi wallas'

I can hazard a guess .
Is it the next step in the evolution of

Pseudo secularists and Jhollawallas?


[ coinage courtesy --Sunday pioneer]

Sun.

The greeting golden sun of morn,

The savage silver sun of noon ,

And the sombre orange sun of evening ,

Are one and the same,

Yet the tame sun sinking in the horizon,

Splashing splendid colours,in streams,

Bidding adieu,

Gently filling weary brows with cheery dreams ,

Is quite another game.

Butterfly.

Yellow, cream,rust,

Red ,black, blue,

So many hues,

Circles, lines, angles,

Laced and bordering,

Beyond a fashion designers ken,

Abound the garden,

Making my eyes widen.

fairy.

Eyes are bleary,

Soul is weary,

Tiny little fairy,

Flitting by gaily,

Are sent daily,

To touch gently,

To brush ,away, cheerily.

Western sky

A stream of sky blue,

Powdered with rosy rouge,

Shadowed with mauve,

That wove and covered the blue,

A wintry moon so pale,

The flapping bats in their nightly due,

Looked even more darker than their hue,

Neither brush nor a poet can capture this inner view,

That nature has put up with so much diligence ,

It seems only for my vigilance.

Self.

Hey mom ,remember me through them,

And said goodbye, my son,

I used my pen,

To fulfill the last yen,

In all innocence ,

Quite like a penance,

And find myself in eye of a storm,

From high pedestals ,icons have been shorn,

Attacking, clipping, and plagiarising,

Attracting and distracting me, quite besides myself,

Feeding on my ego, wrestling with my quest to free it, from my self.

Blood money.

I was stingy and saved ,lest every one around thought I wasn't wealthy,

I dazzled in diamonds and silks and my eyes, always set on the horizon,

To that elusive pot of gold to add to my hoard,

Then I was targeted to be isolated from the herd,

And then heavens opened and showered ,

Only to prove mills do grind, but oh so slow,

For what good is the money ,given in lieu?


.

Fill.

The mercurial slants gliding into the green,

Collecting as beads on leaves and streams on roads,

Fills ditches, ponds lakes and rivers,

But fails to fill my craving to watch ,it rain!

Rain drops.

The beads of rain drops,

Twinkling with radiance on the leaves vein,

Has been fashioned to perfection , to a shimmering grain,

By a mathematician , to compete with whom, is in vain!

Fear.

Love not

Fear not.

Life is then naught ,

So better not.

Killi.

Paing killiye pachai pullin sarai menial pozhindu kholgiraayo?

Andhi vanin sivappai vazhithu oon nasiyai azhagura mhilirthu kolghiraayo?

Muzhu sooria grahanathin vaittaithai un kazhuithhil surri penughirayo?

Malaighalaium khanaghaithaiyum azhagupaduithavadu mohana mail allavo?

yiv vaghana nirhaindha salaighalai azhagu paduthavadhu

kooitamagha koovi thirium illam pachai nira killi, ne allavo?

Another break.

Tender tendrils unfurling and waving in gentle wind

As alluring as a soft and downy lace

Crocheted out of dew drops and golden rays

Borne by boughs that so easily break

Yet at every day break

Dew and hue

Combine to give it

Another break!